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Fic daria234 December 17 2011, 06:39:18 UTC
Wes tried to puzzle out the well-worn page. "N'tog n'tokkla hahchtoh ehc," he spoke, trying the words out ( ... )

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Fic 2/3 daria234 December 17 2011, 06:39:58 UTC
Bryce was a quick study. He was as good at Wes at arms and hand to hand, and Wes tried not to think about the fact that this man spent his life learning to do to humans what Wes trained to do to things. But he was dedicated, good at tactics, good at tricking vamps and other low level evil to revealing more information than they intended. And he wanted to know all of it - the history and the practical things. He wanted to help with the research -- he already knew several languages, including some fictional ones from some television program, and so he was able to do his share. He learned, in fact, so quickly that Wes felt a twinge of resentment -- if they had attended university together, he would have surely been outshone ( ... )

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Re: Fic 3/3 daria234 December 17 2011, 06:40:13 UTC
In bed, they fall together easily. The constant near-death, the isolation, the mutual dependence on the job, the close quarters -- sleeping with someone on the team is common enough, Wes knows, and he suspects it's the same in Bryce's line of work too, since neither ever once needs to talk about how and why and what if and what then ( ... )

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Squeee!!! nevcolleil December 18 2011, 01:56:30 UTC
:D You lovely, lovely woman, you! This is perfect! It is indeed a gift :D And it wins, 1) because it's so unexpected; 2) I love the dynamic between Bryce and Wes; 3) I love the way you characterized Bryce's reaction to finding out about the supernatural world; 4) Bryce's knack for languages and Wes's irritation; 5) the quiet Bryce/Chuck in the background; and...

This:

"I kill them. Unless they're my friends. I mean - just - never mind. Now. Who are you?"

:D

Not to mention this:

He is strong too, strong enough that a slip of the hand, a moment of lost control, could kill Wes, could take his breath from him, could bleed him, could do anything to him. It never does, of course - Bryce is too careful, and besides, even Bryce can't control everything. Even as Bryce is over him, fingers pushing dark spots into his hips, Wes sees his vulnerability, sees his throat, soft and exposed, sees Bryce's ribcage grow and contract as his lungs suck in air more and more quickly, hears the heartbeat, the sound of warm blood coursing through Bryce's ( ... )

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